Jim Cowley had called. He’d finished testing the contents of the urn I’d found in the cave. The last test he ran on the contents of the bowl came up with results showing the urn contained ashes of a female. As I was yelling for joy, he broke through with another tidbit. “Aine, remember I told you your bronze urn, the Raven Bowl, looked like the one Marc found? Well, I had an expert on bronze engraving look at it and compare them. She said it looked as if the same artist engraved both. She wouldn’t put it writing, but I thought you would be interested.” “Flippin’ ’eck!” I yelled. Thought I would be interested? Calm down, I told myself. Breathe in. Breathe out. “Yes. That’s incredible news. I understand. Just to hear someone else with that opinion is enough for me. Thank you so much, Jim.” “I think you need to call in a Regional Archaeologist. Your site is becoming more and more interesting. I don’t have names here but could research it for you.” I wanted more time to mull over his results before the rest of the world found out.
